As with trying any new activity with an element of danger, my first time dumpster diving was a bit of an adrenaline rush.
A few years ago I had heard the quiet murmurs of people choosing to eat trash and wanted to know more. I found out that it was something of a social campaign against food waste that corporations employ. They did this only because they refused to give the food to needy persons/groups. I knew I had to be part of the solution not the problem. I read that we as a society wasted 1/2, that's 50%, of all that we produced and that just sounded unfair---not only to the people who clearly needed help but also to the food. A lot of man hours, energy, and effort goes into producing food and when half of that effort is discarded unceremoniously it seems unjustifiable to me.
I found a group of local individuals who shared these common thoughts and feelings about food waste who were doing something about it. Aside from their other forms of protest they also went bin diving, once I had passed the unspoken initiation process I was lucky enough to be invited along on a dive. My first.
I was explained the basics and given a time to show up at our meeting place where we would walk to a local store. I wasn't given much else except a flashlight upon arriving and sleepless smiles for the midnight hour.
"We got arrested last month, so be on the lookout," said the guy who lead the way to the store in the darkness.
Arrested? No one had mentioned breaking the law!
I had two options: forge ahead to unknown territory for an adventure or back out like a coward. My morals had been reasons I stood on, unafraid of consequences before and now didn't look like the time to change that stance.
We trekked the eight blocks in hushed whispers, drawn hoodies, and quick steps. I'm sure to the untrained eye we looked like a small group of hoodlums, not the social concerned environmentalists that we were.
I'll never forget the words spoken to me when we finally arrived at that night-cloaked yet brimming with possibilities of a dumpster:
"Dive in!" the same guy who spoke of jail time grinned and said.

I stood back in awe and watched before doing just that. A dumpster full of bread seems to have that affect on one. Some of the bread was stale, a small amount was growing penicillin but for the most part it was all fairly edible. I filled my backpack to the brim with as much bread product as it could hold, I put one bagel on each wrist, and victoriously headed back to our "headquarters".
No police officers, a full dumpster of reusable foods, and a new solidified stance on an important global issue...it was the beginning of something beautiful.